Best Manic Depression Poems
“Fear whispers worry into your ear, anxiety into your hopes and doubt into your faith… Love whispers hope and peace” – by poet
With a brain washed pale
By voices thundering
Silent screams echoing through me
Clearing away the debris
Of disappointment and disillusionment
My mind darkened on a clear night
No stars twinkled through my thoughts
And the blaze of my heart
Was smothered beneath the darkness
That was like a consuming fire
Shooting flames through my mind
Resonating fear and doubt
Clouding my soul with black suspicion
Breaking away all the hope and faith
Pouring disgust through my veins
Marking the way for desolation
Despair and waves of guilt
That sauntered across my emotions
Coloring me in hues of gray
Bipolar disorder screamed
Beneath a mask of whispers
And I cried – tears of desperation
Tears that flowed out of me
Relentless, unceasingly
And I prayed for peace
That only God could bring to me
Philippians 4:7 (King James Version) And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
March 23, 2021
In a subtle way
She sighed
Even how she waited
Why won’t the sky fall tonight?
Why are these memories mine?
I could take her in my arms
tonight
And I could take this PAIN
And what if it never rains…
Can I kiss these clouds
goodbye?
Underneath her spell
And safe in between her smile
It was the subtle way she sighed
And so desperately she waited
Without her in my arms tonight
All I can feel is PAIN
And these clouds, will they ever fade?
Why are these memories mine?
WHY ARE THESE MEMORIES
MINE?
There are days I don’t want to feel,
There are days I want to destroy all I’ve healed.
There are days that I sail,
Through the skies without fail
On a manic high,
I feel amazing without having to try.
There are days that I’m so angry,
Like a big cry baby
And I want everyone to hate me.
There are highs and lows,
The up and down is harder than you’ll ever know.
There are days I feel like a tornado.
There are days I’m nothing more than a couch potato,
Whose roots are mangled,
And my neurotransmitters are all tangled.
I have a chemical imbalance
And I’m the queen of this palace.
My kingdom is quite nice,
It’s like fire and ice.
The highs are great,
It’s the lows that I hate.
There are days this imbalance feels like purgatory,
Please don’t call me crazy though,
That’s derogatory.
There are days I want to scream,
On those days I can get pretty mean.
Those days I feel weak,
From the guilt that I keep.
Just because I can’t control it
Doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad for doing it.
I don’t want to blow up,
I want to feel like I’m enough all of the time,
Not just when mania is taking me for a ride.
There are days I never want to comedown,
I wish I knew how.
There are days I’m on auto pilot,
Where I don’t fight it.
There are days I’m deep in a hole,
When I just want to feel whole.
There are so many sides to me,
So many versions of myself I could be,
There’s so much more than you can see.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
Hot mess,
Bipolar express.
Welcome to my hypomanic hell,
Depression so intense
It feels like a spell.
Mania,
The broken wheel on your shopping cart
That makes you really good at art.
Depression,
The isolation station
That it kills your imagination.
Lovely Jen a poetic romantic
A mask she hated with the pandemic
Rhinestone, pearls, a smiley face
She decorated the lace
Her boyfriend though she was kind of manic.
6/1/2022
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Manic-Depression
An illness that consumes me
Speaking endless lies to me
Misconstruing the world for me
Refusing to set me free
Binding me to self destructive tendencies
Cheating me of what life could be
Supressing the love within me
Strengthening the anger buried inside of me
Distorting the truth right before me
Making me too blind to see
Tonight is ending. As my breath slows. My final demise. The final low blow.
Learn from the broken. See all that's real. Tonight is your heart ache. Tomorrow to feel.
My time to prove what hate does. My time to show the world how to love.
This is my purpose. This is my choice. My chance to show you my true voice.
I've called out for this not to be true. I've heard no answer. Its what I must do.
No will can save me plus no one will. Ill prove the theory that words truly kill.
As I take in this final drop. My world of hurt will begin to stop. Slowly I slip out off into a dream. My final resting to silence my scream.
Now make this go viral. Its truly worth time. This is my ending, my final crime.
Don't try to stop me. You don't real care. I'm done with these mind games. I'm kicking out the chair.
As my soul drops into the eternal abyss. My words and acting will not be dismissed.
I lay my head down tonight as a lie. I'm not here any more. Ill no longer cry.
You take my possessions. Please take it all. Take all my burdens as I finally fall.
Take my glee and take my sorrow take my breath and take tomorrow.
Take my time, take my will to fight, take all I've ever loved because I'm taking my life.
In a subtle way
She sighed
Even how he waited
Why won’t the sky fall tonight?
Why are these memories mine?
I could take him in my arms
tonight
And I could take this PAIN
And what if it never rains…
Can I kiss these clouds
goodbye?
Underneath his spell
And safe in between his smile
It was the subtle way he sighed
And so desperately he waited
Without him in my arms tonight
All I can feel is PAIN
And these clouds never fade
Why are these memories mine?
WHY ARE THESE MEMORIES
MINE?
Two sides
Double life
In her head, how can she decide.
The happiness of the day,
The mournfulness of the night.
With the sun she rises like lilies in spring time,
Until the sunset, death steals away her joy,
Bringing nothing but the pain she endured throughout
Her short life. It devours her soul.
She cries for help, trying to explain.
The so called loved ones just cover up,
Instead of trying to heal that pain.
Is it her fault?
Straight out of the womb;
Was this to be her everlasting curse?
Or is there a cure for this illness?
She wonders why people won’t love her.
Her…for…her.
All she wants in this life, to be normal.
No pills forced down her throat,
No more tears
No more aggressive tones
Normal life is all she wants.
So she prays,
“Dear Lord,
My life, my soul,
I hope you take.”
Mum and Dad I had strange
feelings of being bad, feelings
that brought me down crashing
to the ground.
I had self doubt
gave into fear, I let dread run
away with my head. At that time
my mind was broken my thoughts
went haywire. Something else had
my control and was provoking fear
dread and nonsense. Everything
going on was such a mess.
I had
a sense that everyone was bad,
I focused on my light my biggest
shining light. Little Alex was my
happy thought that night all else
is a cloud of regret, I wish I had
never left my bed.
Form:
In my bubble
I feel safe and warm
No one to hurt me
Or bring me harm
A knock on the door
And I am filled with fear
I look through the peephole
To see who is here
I hide inside
I dare not open the door
Each knock grips my heart
I fall gently to the floor
Why am I scared
Why do I cry
Manic then depressed
These pills are my only ally
I long to be normal
I long to be free
I wish for these things
That never will be
Manic depression
A frustrating mess
The song rings true
I must confess
My friends do not know
The horror of my disease
I hide it well
To set them at ease
Exultant and angry
My moods sharply changed
I push people away
They find themselves estranged
Is this the fate
I must accept
Forever alone
Socially inept
I cry at night
Wishing for an end
Is my life worth living
A lonely prayer I send
I wait for an answer
That never seems to come
Has God forsaken me
His broken little son
In my bubble
I feel safe and warm
No one to hurt me
Or bring me harm
MANIC DEPRESSION
There is a well of blackened brine,
That knows no dell of air or sunshine,
A volatile fire, it consumes the heart,
The mind, the spirit, it rends apart.
And when the hell spawn is loosened in the night,
Beneath the mad moon, bereft of hope, and stripped of light,
The long, corridor where candles flicker
Makes the dark malevolent, the fog grows thicker,
Until all hope is banished-
Hell has arrived
With steely claws which rise from fire
Doom- demise, gloom beyond reason.
There is no blame, no tangible treason.
And the hallow wind courses through the soul,
Devouring dreams, swallowing whole
All of Neptune's promise,
The rings of Saturn.
An outcast that does fall
You are thrown into the endless pit,
Devoid of stars,
In a maddened, mortal, tortured fit.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
Manic Depression is all she can say,
Manic Depression her moods swing
that way.
One minute shes up, one minute shes down
riding her manic merry-go-round.
So, if she doesn't answer her front door or,
her phone it only means please leave her alone
and, do not take it personally these manic phases
that you see.
It's a chemical imbalance inside her brain that makes
her act a little insane and, the medication for her head
makes her feel a little dead.
So she does not take it everyday in hopes that her mania
will go away this is why shes up, shes down, riding her manic
merry-go-round.
Now, let her beat to her own drum, shes not hurting anyone
shes just trying to figure out what her manic depression is
all about.
The gentle giant
Towered above his friends
Six foot four, mammoth
His size lost on the truth
Of his kindness
He was mild and tender
Like the elephant
His spirit whispered
Instead of screaming
He was mellow
Like serenity, soothing
Michael, named for an angel
He was wise and strong
Laughing instead of crying
When the truth was
He could feel the tears
He was bleeding grief
That left him weak and forlorn
Poignant thoughts plagued him
Never allowing him to know
The peace that flowed freely
Inside the rest of our souls
The gentle giant
Lost in a raging war
With the bottle
The one who owned his hope
And colored his thoughts
In black cold dread
Darkness that stormed
Inside of his head
Leaving him lonely and sad
Like the living dead
There would be years of fighting
His head and heart were at war
With his need for a taste of the dark
Collected in his thoughts, his heart
Where there would be self-destruct
Claiming his joy and happiness
Feeding the flames of ungratefulness
Darkening the way toward grace
Where he could have found his way
The gentle giant knew grief
Like a friend it flowed through his veins
Leaving him lost in his need
For a drink that calmed his misery
Left him feeling some better
Until the end when it left him
Without the ability to breath
Death came without even a promise
For relief from the putrid darkness
That colored his world in dread
That promised to live inside his head
Until the end when he left us
Wishing we’d known the cure for him
The one who fell under the spell
Of 80 proof respite from the soul
Who knew sorrows beyond reason
Regrets that would leave him
Behind bars created by the prison
Built on a superficial feeling
It was only when I saw him in his coffin
That I knew he’d finally found freedom
From the darkness that only the drinking
Had helped to dispel his manic-depression
Heartbroken, I fall to my knees
As I see that freedom sometimes means
Leaving behind those who believe
In your heart, your spirit, your soul
The you who they know is made up of love
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September 5, 2021
Some days I love you,
I gave you my heart.
Other days you break it,
and tear it apart.
my life was almost perfect
until you came around.
Your memory still haunts me,
and your voice is always found.
All the "no's" and "what-if's" ,
come rearing ugly heads.
you have my mind,
and you never let it go.
Mr. Blue, welcome back.
I hope you like me well.
Because first you must destroy
me, your fragile poster child.